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... 'd . DOGE . I feel too much thou hast not . MARINA . DOGE . Doge , look there ! ( She points to LOREDANO . I see the man - what mean'st thou ? MARINA . Caution ! LOREDANO . Being The virtue which this noble lady most 68 THE TWO FOSCARI .
... 'd . DOGE . I feel too much thou hast not . MARINA . DOGE . Doge , look there ! ( She points to LOREDANO . I see the man - what mean'st thou ? MARINA . Caution ! LOREDANO . Being The virtue which this noble lady most 68 THE TWO FOSCARI .
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... now thou wert A sufferer , but not a loud one : why What is this to the things thou hast borne in silence— Imprisonment and actual torture ? JACOPO FOSCARI . Double , Triple , and tenfold torture 82 THE TWO FOSCARI .
... now thou wert A sufferer , but not a loud one : why What is this to the things thou hast borne in silence— Imprisonment and actual torture ? JACOPO FOSCARI . Double , Triple , and tenfold torture 82 THE TWO FOSCARI .
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... hast it . JACOPO FOSCARI . Forgive- What ? DOGE . JACOPO FOSCARI . Would My poor mother for my birth , And me for having lived , and you yourself ( As I forgive you ) for the gift of life , Which you bestow'd upon me as my sire . What hast ...
... hast it . JACOPO FOSCARI . Forgive- What ? DOGE . JACOPO FOSCARI . Would My poor mother for my birth , And me for having lived , and you yourself ( As I forgive you ) for the gift of life , Which you bestow'd upon me as my sire . What hast ...
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... hast no son . Oh , Foscari ! OFFICER . We must remove the body . MARINA . Touch it not , dungeon miscreants ! your base office Ends with his life , and goes not beyond murder , Even by your murderous laws . Leave his remains To those ...
... hast no son . Oh , Foscari ! OFFICER . We must remove the body . MARINA . Touch it not , dungeon miscreants ! your base office Ends with his life , and goes not beyond murder , Even by your murderous laws . Leave his remains To those ...
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... hast thou seen such ? Let me be wretched with the rest ! JOSEPHINE . But think How many in this hour of tempest shiver Beneath the biting wind and heavy rain , Whose every drop bows them down nearer earth , Which hath no chamber for ...
... hast thou seen such ? Let me be wretched with the rest ! JOSEPHINE . But think How many in this hour of tempest shiver Beneath the biting wind and heavy rain , Whose every drop bows them down nearer earth , Which hath no chamber for ...
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ABEL ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH apostolic palace ARNOLD aught avait AZAZIEL BARBARIGO bear beauty behold beneath blood BOURBON breast breath brother brow CÆSAR CAIN CESAR chief Colonna palace Conseil des Dix courser dare dead death deeds deep DOGE dread e'er earth eternal Exeunt Exit father fear feel FRITZ GABOR gaze hand hate hath heard heart heaven hour IDENSTEIN immortal IRAD JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE Lara Lara's leave less limbs live look look'd lord LOREDANO LUCIFER MARINA MEMMO Methinks mortal ne'er never night noble Note nought o'er OLIMPIA pass'd PHILIBERT qu'il rest RODOLPH Rome scarce seem'd SIEGENDORF silent sire slave smile SOLDIER soul spirit STRALENHEIM STRANGER tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd ULRIC unto Venice walls waves WERNER Whate'er wild wilt words wretch ZILLAH Zuleika
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Стр. 356 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Стр. 359 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Стр. 368 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Стр. 362 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind : With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Стр. 118 - tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.
Стр. 189 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal — but unseen; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Стр. 365 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Стр. 363 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place. One on the earth, and one beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe.
Стр. 117 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Стр. 367 - Oh, thou beautiful And unimaginable ether ! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights ! what are ye ? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden ? Is your course measured for ye ? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion — at which my soul aches to think — Intoxicated with eternity...